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Piss,

in the playground of sweet young souls

who'll grown up wise, strong, bold

in the dialect of a played fool

you, sour, empty, cold

stench rises acrid

tickles, knows

Mickey

Oh fuck me

come on big boy

behind the swing sets

imagined damp knickers cloy

take me as you imagine, innocent

cum on and do it big boy, do me mickey.

Boy.

�Alex R Singh 2008

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